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======================================= Email: jamiesawriter@protonmail.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/jamiesawriter ======================================= Commands from the Unknown - Chapter Two =======================================
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I didn't get a single message from the unknown man for four days. Four fucking days!
I was going absolutely crazy! In my mind, a whole range of different scenarios played out: was this it and he was done? Had he published whatever he had on me? Every single time I saw one of my friends or Laura, I was convinced that they were about to confront me with something that he'd sent to them. My dreams alternated between nightmares of my dad telling me how disgusted he was with me and fantasies of being back on my knees and serving the huge cock of a strong, powerful man. Each morning, I woke confused but so fucking horny.
It's hard to explain how I was feeling. Every single time my phone buzzed, my stomach would sink and my heart would pound. But when the message wasn't from him, I was both relieved and disappointed. Following his instructions and having my throat fucked properly for the first time was the most intense experience of my life and... I wanted more. I even went back to the toilets a couple of times but, each time, there was no-one else there. Having tasted cock properly, just looking at porn wasn't the same anymore and I hadn't cum the entire time.
My wait was finally over at 10:45am on Sunday morning. Yeah, Sunday morning. So, being the son of a vicar, you know exactly where I was when my phone started to vibrate within my pocket. There, sat on a pew next to my mother, I felt it buzz against my leg and immediately my heart quickened. I stood up and my mum shot me a funny look: "Danny... what are you..."
"Sorry," I said, "Just need the toilet."
There was no way that I was going risk opening a message when next to my mum. She'd get cross with me just for answering my phone in the middle of a service so if she caught sight of the sort of thing he might send me, my life would well and truly be over.
"I have another job for you danny-boy," was all the message said. I'd hid myself away in a cubicle in the church toilets and was just sat there, staring at the screen. I wanted to reply - I knew I should - but my fingers wouldn't move. I was in the middle of one of my father's services! I couldn't just leave, could I?
Eventually, I managed to get out: "Sir, I can't right now but could I please do it later?" I hoped that if I was respectful enough then he'd understand but I should have known better.
"You will serve me whenever I say or you will face the consequences."
I read that message over a few times, trying to find a way around it. Part of me felt like if I ignored it, maybe he wouldn't message again and the other part desperately wanted this task. Fuck... how did I end up so broken?! In the end, the level of horniness I've been experiencing for the last few days and my worries over what he might do won out.
"Yes Sir. How can I serve you?"
His instructions meant that I needed to leave the church there and then. There wasn't time for me to go and make up some excuse or even tell my mum that I was going. I knew I'd pay for that later but, if I hesitated, there was no way that I would be able to do as I'd been told to by the unknown man. Not that his instructions had been clear. All that came in a reply was the information about a train: it's heading, platform and the time it was due to leave. Fortunately, I knew exactly where the station was. Unfortunately, getting there in time meant having to run as fast as my legs could carry me again. I was beginning to think that this unknown man was giving me these tight deadlines on purpose.
As my feet pounded against the pavement, I found my thoughts wandering off with the various possibilities that this task might lead to. Was I going to get to taste cock again? Was it going to be the same man as last time? Fuck, I wanted some cum. I hadn't realised just how much until right then and there when the potential chance to swallow some down had surfaced once again. My cock chubbed in my joggers as I turned the corner and saw the train station. I was easily going to make it with time to spare! Of course, what I'd not counted on was the fact that they don't just let anyone walk in and onto a train.
The queue for the ticket office was a couple of people deep. That may not sound like much but when you're there, sweating and panting, desperately watching the clock, it felt like each person took an entire lifetime to sort their tickets. When it was finally my turn, I approached the counter and told the lady serving there which train I wanted.
"Single or return?" she asked, sighing.
"Erm... return I guess," I really didn't know what he was planning after all.
"That's £17.52."
Oh fuck, I hadn't thought about the fact that I'd actually have to pay for a ticket: there was barely any money in my account as it was! Sure, I had a little Saturday job to fit around college but it really didn't pay that much: £17.52 was about a third of my week's wages! For a second, I hesitated but only a second. After all, it wasn't like I had much of a choice now, did I? If I wasn't on that train then who knows who Sir would send those pictures to: my friends, Laura, possibly even my dad. £17.52 was a small price to pay to stop that from happening.
I messaged Sir to tell him that I was on the train as soon as I settled down into the seat. Being a mid-morning Sunday service, the carriage was pretty empty. In fact, when the train pulled from the station, I was the only one in that particular part. When his next order came, I was glad of that fact.
"Good. Now take your clothes off."
My blood actually ran cold.
"But Sir! I can't! I'm in public: I'll get arrested!
His reply was swift and predictable: "You'd have been arrested for being a cocksucking slut on the floor of a public toilet but that didn't stop you... twice. Do as you are fucking told or face the consequences, danny-boy."
For a moment, I considered just telling him that I'd done it. I mean, there was no way he'd know, surely? He seemed to have a detailed knowledge of my life but it's not like he can actually see me all the time. But, as I reached for the phone, another message came through: "I expect a picture as proof, boy."
Shit.
Even though my brain was screaming "No!", I had no choice but to obey. My t-shirt was the first to go, lifted over my head to reveal my skinny but toned teen body. That wasn't too bad - I mean, guys don't get into trouble for walking around topless and it was summer after all. My blue adidas trainers came next, followed swiftly by my white trainer socks which left me barefoot with my slender size 8s cold on the floor. Again, whilst unusual, I could probably get away with that. The moment I pulled down my joggers, I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. There was no way I could explain this and it wasn't like I could just pull them down slightly and be ready to put them back on. No, Sir had ordered me to strip completely and prove it with a pic so down and off they came.
I paused there for a second, sat on the seat wearing only a tight pair of black boxer-briefs. The front was bulging because, despite my hesitation and panic, my dick was finding this amazingly erotic. It longed to be free in the air and exposed. And so I let it out. As the black fabric fell to the floor, a sense of... liberation came over me. Was I terrified? Sure. Would I be in deep trouble if someone found me? Most likely. But did I feel pleased to have obeyed and completed Sir's instruction? Absolutely. As quickly as I could, I took a picture and sent it to the unknown man. I was about to reach for my clothes to redress when his reply came through: "Good boy. Phase one is complete. Time for phase two."
As Sir revealed to me exactly why I was there and what he expected, I felt my cock throb with each message. It was too much... too far. I couldn't... could I? It was... exactly what I needed.
The door to the carriage opened with a whoosh. I sat there, heart pounding in my ears as the footsteps grew closer and closer.
"Tickets pl..." he stood there, open mouthed and looking at my exposed, naked body. The man looked to be in his early to mid-twenties with a tall but slender frame with a nice round arse and what looked to be a big package. His eyes were kind and his face quite charming and cute.
"Sir says..." I hesitated, "He says that his debt from poker is... paid, now."
As soon as the words left my lips, I saw a change in his face: a hunger appeared behind those eyes as his hand went straight to the growing bulge in his work trousers.
"Yeah," he said, "It fucking will be."
There were no introductions, no small talk was made. The train conductor just took hold of my hair and pulled my face forward, smashing it into his cloth-covered crotch. I ended up having to drop to my knees on the floor of the train. Even through the material, I could smell this guy's manly scent and, just like before, it was like it activated something deep within me, some built-in instinct that made me crave the cock inside those trousers. I looked up at him and could see him smirking.
"You're a cock-hungry little slut, aren't you? That's why he's sent you, you know?"
I wanted to respond - to agree with him - but all I could do was blush deeply. He pulled on my dark hair and I was dragged back, away from the heat of his cock.
"Open up," he ordered and I obeyed, sticking out my tongue for him and opening my mouth as widely as I could. Whilst what happened next surprised me, it also sent waves of pleasure through my dick and caused it to pulse. This train conductor opened his mouth and allowed his spit to fall down on me, landing on my tongue and sliding down into my open and willing mouth. His fingers entered my mouth next, sliding over my tongue and holding it down.
"Swallow," he ordered and I did, despite him holding my mouth open. His saliva was now inside of me, as I hoped his cum might soon be, and the thought of that turned me on.
With a strength I'd not expected, the man pushed me back, my bum hitting the ground and my shoulders pressed against the train seats. I saw him fiddle with the belt on his trousers and expected his cock to soon be pushed into my mouth. Hungry to taste him, I opened up wide and closed my eyes. There was a clatter as the belt buckle hit the floor and I heard him step out of them. This was it - I was going to taste my third cock. But what was presented to my mouth surprised me.
Instead of sliding his big train conductor cock into my mouth and down my throat, I felt him force my head back so that it was laid on the seat. My eyes opened just in him to see his hairy, sweaty cheeks coming down towards my face. I was about to say something when any noise coming from me was muffled by the thick arse now pressed against me.
"Eat my arse, slut boy. Tongue my hairy hole!" His voice had changed and was so much... angrier now.
With my nose buried between his cheeks, his scent was all consuming: it was all I could smell, all I could breathe. It was like he was marking me as his and he even moved back and forth a little, rubbing himself and his hole over my face as if to ensure that his scent got everywhere. The movement of my tongue was unsure at first - I'd never done this before after all - but when I felt the tip connect to his little pucker, I was hooked.
"Fuck yeah, get in there!" he called out to me as my tongue pressed against his hole. A little pressure and it slipped inside. A tight warmth surrounded my long, wet tongue and I felt him start to push back even further against my face, smothering me under his cheeks. He just wanted more of my tongue inside of him and I gave him it. The taste was intense - just all... man... completely. Between that and the scent, I was starting to feel my own untouched cock twitch and throb.
We stayed like that for a little while with his body weight resting down on my face and forcing it deep between his hairy cheeks. He rode my tongue, sliding his crack up and down my soft, pale skin. I could literally feel the scent being rubbed off onto me. When he finally got up, I was almost disappointed until I saw the thick monster cock between his legs oozing precum. The train conductor placed his legs up on the seat, one either side of my head. His sweaty balls landed on my face as he shifted forward and took hold of the seats opposite.
"Open wide, time to get your throat fucked. You want that don't you, whore?"
And with how wide I opened my mouth, I was pretty sure he knew the answer was yes.
With that, my mouth was used once again, just as I'd been dreaming of since my very first taste of cock just under a week ago. His thick mushroom head slid easily over my waiting tongue and filled my little mouth. This position gave him easy access to my throat, holding it open with my head tilted back, and he wasn't about to waste that. Without pausing, he just kept on pushed. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged, of course, feeling the saliva start to push out the sides of my mouth as I choked a little more. But he didn't care - this wasn't a gentle act. No, he was going to fuck my throat until I was so hoarse, I could barely speak.
"Come on, boy, open your throat... fucking open it!" With a grunt and a groan from him, he forced the mushroom head through any resistance my body tried to mount and into the warmth and tightness of my eighteen-year-old throat.
"FUCK! Choke on my cock!"
I gagged harder and could feel the saliva and throat slime dripping down my face. I tried to force my throat to relax but it didn't help.
"Yeah, that's it... just like that. Fucking cock-sucking little boy gagging on a real cock," he growled at me, as he started to pull out of my throat and then slammed it all the way back inside. My nose was smashed into his balls, sweaty and hairy against my face. Again, he withdrew, bringing up more saliva with him and covering my face even more. I had to close my eyes as I felt it about to cover them. There was nothing I could do: in this position he had me pinned and I just had to sit there and take it.
Inch after inch was forced down my throat, filling and bulging out the space there. I could feel myself getting light-headed as I desperately tried to time my breathing with his outward strokes but his inward thrusts were too quick for me to get enough in. With my eyes watering, cheeks red and my face covered in my own throat slime and saliva, I must have looked a complete and utter mess but I felt like the sexiest thing in the world being used like that.
His thrusts got quicker and quicker until, after a minute or two, he pulled out completely, leaving me gasping for age. I was still unable to open my eyes but I felt him move and heard the groans and grunts getting louder and more animalistic. A hand shot out and held my head in place and then, accompanied by loud, deep cries, I felt hot jets of spunk land across my saliva-coated face. Blast after blast came, some straight into my mouth and down my tongue, others into my hair or in streaks over my cheeks. It felt like a never-ending fountain of cum marking me as a used slut and I knew, with the clicks I could hear, that pictures of me with his load firing over me were being taken right there and then to be sent to the unknown man I called Sir. Proof of my service and obedience.
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